Who Would Have Thought
Who would have thought it’d end this way. The crows flying above and the people screaming out of love. The car came out of thin air it seems. Now you try to reconcile with your dreams. You realize you’re in love with Death as you’re taking your last breath. Familiar faces stand over you while you slowly close your eyes. It’s majestic in a way. The way your heart stops as you die.
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